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Hair of the Dogs

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Friday Otter and Bamwuff

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WARNING: This story contains: transformation, human to husky, human to Doberman, muscle growth, cock growth, gay, M/M, oral sex, anal sex, hyper cock, cum inflation, public sex, voyeurism, gear play, pup hoods, nudity and more. If you aren't 18, it's not your interest, or you would rather read something less sexy, then you get out here already! Delete this from your downloads! Jeez. Otherwise, enjoy!

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The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of the bass welcomed Bam and Friday as they walked into the nightclub, as well as the heat of nearly a hundred other party goers dancing on the sunken dance floor and relaxing at the tables around the edge of the building, while strobe lights flashed back and forth across the club, and a DJ on a raised platform did everything he could to keep the mood upbeat and fun.

It was Gear Night, so everyone was wearing something: harnesses, pup masks, leather straps, even a few fursuiters (which seemed like a terrible idea if someone was going to be dancing in the oven that the club had turned into).

The two newcomers were not much different: they were both in matching red and blue pup hoods and harnesses and jockstraps. The only way to tell the two well built guys apart at a glance (besides Bam being a couple inches taller) was the green necktie around Bam's neck, which he wore practically everywhere, and the few rings pierced into his ear. Friday on the other hand had a heavy chain around his neck, with a gold coloured lock hanging between his chest, and a couple piercings on his nips, which was on prominent display due to the lack of a shirt.

"Gonna be a lot of fun tonight, eh?" Bam said, squeezing his boyfriend tight.

"Yep!" Friday said with a grin. "Dancing and drinking and letting loose. The best way to end a week."

"And it's totally open, right?" Bam asked.

"Just for tonight, stud," Friday replied, with a grope of his boyfriends' biceps. "Gotta let you show off and everything."

They laughed, pushed their simulated muzzles together in the closest representation of a kiss they could make, and then off to the dance floor.

In minutes the two of them were jumping, moving, dancing, bumping, grinding, groping each other, and others too. Those who were equally as promiscuous began to explore and grind and enjoy the two well-built arrivals, the anonymity of their masks and their handsome, muscular bodies particularly inviting for everyone around them.

They began to drift apart throughout the evening, making their rounds around the floor and otherwise doing their best to enjoy their evening of fun and sexy times.

Bam soon found himself near the bar, where several leather clad men and other voyeurs of various suits and more were congregating, getting drinks and enjoying a break from the dancing with friends, friends with benefits, soon to be friends, and one-night friends.

"Hey, can I get something to drink?" Bam asked as he elbowed his way to the bar, shouting over the loud music at the bartender, currently turned around and looking at the long row of bottles and glasses. He was rather surprised to see a short, black and red tail swishing back and forth as he moved and danced in time with the pumping electro music, oblivious to Bam's call.

"Barkeep!" Bam shouted again. That caught his attention, and he spun around, showing off the red and black deer like mask he was wearing, and two ivory white antlers that seemed to come out of it, along with a rather impressively packed red jockstrap. Though something seemed off about him: he was either really hairy, or wearing a pretty tight fitting fursuit, because his whole body seemed to be covered in black and red fur, creating flame like patterns over his arms and legs, and thick, bushy black and red tinged fur clustered around his neck and on his elbows. Gold rings and piercings were all over his body: on his antlers and ears, his nipples, and a rather large nose ring.

It was the eyes that really startled Bam though: they were pure red. No iris, no pupil.

That must have been pretty fancy contact lenses.

"Eh, sorry to keep you waiting," the bartender said, leaning on the bar toward Bam. "What can I getcha?"

"I don't know, what do you recommend?" Bam said, slightly discomforted by the deer man, locking into the featureless red eyes... though that feeling soon passed the longer the deer stared into Bam's own bright green eyes.

The barkeep pondered for a moment, as if reading Bam like a book. "Well, considering your outfit, I'm thinking something canine, eh?" There might have been a grin, but it was impossible to tell through the barkeep's deer like mask. But he reached down and grabbed a glass and set it on the counter, before turning back around, grabbing a couple bottles with a flourish, and pouring some of one, some of the other into the glass, followed by a couple garnishes.

"Here you go," the Barkeep said. "I call it the Dog's Hair. Might need a few more tomorrow," he chuckled.

Bam grabbed the drink and unfastened his pup hood enough to let him get to his mouth, and drank the whole thing down in a single gulp.

It was surprisingly good: fruity, sweet and tangy, with a kick at the end that made Bam shudder. "Oh, that was good. How about another?"

The barkeep was only too happy to oblige, and quickly whipped another drink, which Bam took his time to savor. He gave another shudder as it ended. "Man, this is good... what's in it?"

"Secret!" the barkeep said. "Nothing that you won't enjoy Bam!"

The heat was really starting to get to Bam now, and his body felt remarkably flush. The pup hood and leather must have been starting to get at him in the sweltering heat of the club. He pushed himself away to the bathroom, hoping that maybe splashing cold water on his face would solve the problem.

He didn't even notice that the barkeep knew his name without having been told.

The bathrooms were only marginally quieter than the main club, the deep bass thumping of the music still coming through. It had about the same brightness, just enough to notice some outlines but not much in the way of details. But Bam didn't pay attention to the atmosphere of the washrooms, instead rushing for the sink, turning on the tap and splashing the cold water on his face, forcing his eyes closed. He splashed more and more water over his face, allowing it to soak through his pup hood and run down his face and his body, past the tight straps over his chest and back, which he finally reached behind to undo, as it felt like it constricting his chest. Then the pup hood came off, the blue and red leather falling into the sink below. He even reached down to adjust his jock, feeling stupidly tight as if he was wearing one a few sizes too small.

Bam panted, breathing as deep as he could to try to cool down. After a long, long moment, his body felt like it was coming off its sudden fever, so he opened his eyes and glanced at the mirror.

And froze.

He blinked, shook his head, and looked again.

He looked... bigger? Muscular? And fuzzier?

And... canine?

Bam reached for his face, gasping as he saw the little black claws on his fingertips, along with the leathery black pads on his palm. And when he did touch his face, he felt the muzzle: not leather and plastic like his pup hood, but with muscle and bone and fur and a wet, black nose. He felt at his ears, triangle shapes now on the top of his head, twitching and swivelling, and included the piercings in his ears. A nervous, experimental smile showed that sharp, white canine teeth filled his mouth, along with a long, thick tongue.

He could make out some of the changes to his body: light brown fur covered most of his body, thicker and fuzzier from his head down to his shoulders and down his arms. A lighter cream coloured hair reached from his muzzle, over his puffed-out chest, down this six pack abs on his stomach and ending in the middle of his thighs, and over the bulging mountains of biceps on his arms. His legs also looked more like tree trunks now, and even formed a more digitigrade position, almost as if he was walking on his tip-toes. Out of the corner of his eye, Bam could also see a thick, curled, bushy tail wagging behind him.

But it was the rather large, pulsing, reddish-pink pole that jutted from his crotch, throbbing in time with Bam's heartbeat, that really stood out. It had to be almost two feet long, thicker than a two-litre pop bottle. At the base attached to his groin was a cream furred sheathe, and just above it a thick knot that looked almost like a basketball had been shoved into his dick, but then was stuck. The long shaft on top of his canine knot reached up above his nipples, and tapered at the tip where the silver Prince Albert piercing in his urethra that he was quite proud of as a human now perched on the top.

And, somehow, his green necktie survived the transformation and growth, hanging down just below his chest.

"I... I'm a furry now?" Bam gasped, confused, disoriented... and perhaps a little bit aroused by his sudden transformation into a six foot tall, muscle bound, huge cocked anthropomorphic husky.

He was about to start stroking his cock when he heard the bathroom door swing open.

Bam, with only seconds to think, quickly grabbed all his now too small pup gear, and sprinted for the last stall in the row, slamming it shut and with a swipe of his meaty paw, locked it.

He dropped his stuff on the ground, panting, trying to think. After all, there wasn't such a thing as actual, real, honest to god furries in the world, was there? As far as Bam knew, no there wasn't.

So why was he turned into one? And how?

And why was he so fucking horny?

Bam tried to piece it all together, but the thoughts of how he could have been changed, the chain of events he tried to remember in order, kept getting derailed by the urge to stroke his cock, fondle his heavy balls, even to bend down and lick the tip where pre was starting to leak and drip. So he did, hoping that maybe by tending to his urges and needs, maybe he could clear his mind long enough to figure everything out. He panted and shuddered as his thick hands, the rough paw pads, began to rub up and down his sensitive shaft, his leg twitching and stretching as he touched sensitive spots he didn't even know he had.

Then there was a knock on the wall.

Bam blinked, looking up to the thin metal wall, to see a glory hole.

He knew it all too well: he'd been on one side or the other of his particular glory hole many times... always a great way to get sucked off: anonymously, and with a rather public, voyeuristic glee.

But there was no way in hell he was going to get his dick in that hole this time.

Then again, it had been a while since he last gave a blow job.

And his overactive libido was basically screaming at him to do something, anything, to get off.

With that settled, Bam got onto his knees in front of the hole, one hand still wrapped around his massive cock, knocked on the wall twice to give the signal.

There was a quick shuffle of fabric and leather, followed by a respectable five-inch cock poking through the hole.

Bam didn't even give a second thought, as he wrapped his muzzle around the throbbing head of a cock at least five times smaller than his own, and began to bob his head up and down over the shaft.

There was a groan and a buck from the other side. Bam took it as a good sign, and got to work, running his long, rough canine tongue up and down the length and breadth of the shaft, being very careful to not let his new fangs get in the way. He slowly bobbed his head up and down, pulling back until the head was just on his lips, before pushing back down, his nose bumping against the metal dividing walls. Back and forth, back forth his head went, taking in the whole cock in one go, while his hands stroked his own, two foot plus cock, the precum from his efforts quickly slickening the whole length and making it easier, and oh so much more amazing, to jack himself off.

The moans and gasps from the other side started to pick up speed, followed by a steady thump, thump, thump of the guy on the other side slapping his hips against the wall, timing each thrust of his hips with each movement of his unseen partner's head bobs.

Whoever was on the other side must have been pretty pent up, as his movements picked up speed, in a mad, lusty, desperate effort to get off.

And before Bam knew it, the other guy let out a shuddering gasp and groan, slammed his body against the glory hole and final time, and let loose.

While Bam sucked off a few guys before, he was always surprised when his partner would cum, the blast of hot, salty seed into his mouth nearly making the new husky gag. He pulled back, catching his breath in time for the second, then the third, and a fourth, arc in the air and land on Bam's face, coating his muzzle in cum until the last few dribbles of seed landed.

He panted heavily, slowly stroking his own cock still, as the guy on the other side pulled his dick out.

"Whew, thanks!" the other guy said. "Haven't had a blow job like that in forever!"

Bam's ears perked. That... that wasn't...

He looked through the hole, and despite the dim lighting, he saw the red and blue jockstrap getting adjusted, and then glancing up to see a similar coloured pup hood, before he turned around, opened the stall door and left.

That was Friday. He just gave oral to his own boyfriend through a glory hole at a gay club.

In any other situation, that would have been hot: an unexpected dalliance, a fun change of pace from the bedroom or the couch. But now, that just reminded Bam that he wasn't the slightly taller half of a pair, but he was now much bigger, much stronger, much furrier.

How was Friday going to react to his boyfriend becoming a giant dogman? Would he be terrified? Be turned off? Or would he accept it? Or even enjoy it?

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Friday was really enjoying the evening. It had been so long since he had come to the club, with Bam or by himself, and enjoying the mutually agreed polyamorous night. He'd already made out with a couple guys, groped and fondled a few more (and been fondled and groped in return). And to top it all off, he just got one of the most amazing blow jobs he ever had. While he had done it a few times with Bam, and his partner had tried his own hand at it, he was much more an ass guy, and Friday didn't mind a little bit of being pounded into the bed and bred by his boyfriend's dick, PA and all.

Maybe someday he'd get a try as the top? Getting the chance to let loose, to hide his normally subby nature behind a pup mask (or at least suppressing it a little bit more than usual) was perhaps starting to get to his head...

Friday soon found himself at the bar, with a massive, muscular deer fur suiter was tending to customers and mixing drinks in a show that was almost as good as watching several dozen hot, sweaty, nearly naked guys dancing and grinding against each other.

"Hey cutie!" the bartender in the red and black deer mask with a pair of antlers poking from his head, leaning on the counter and looking at Friday. "How about something to wet your whistle, eh?"

It was then that Friday noticed the stag's blazing red eyes, which promptly bore straight through the hastily erected wall of confidence that he had built through the night. But the longer he stared, the more comfortable and relaxed and felt, as if he was hypnotizing him...

"Here ya go," the barkeep said, and Friday broke the spell to see a glass in front of him. He didn't remember ordering anything...

"It's on the house. And before you ask: your boyfriend's already tried it, and really liked it Friday."

Friday took the drink in his hand, then looked up in surprise. "Wait, how did you know my name?"

"I have my sources," the deer said. "Don't worry. You'll enjoy it. I'm sure of it!"

Friday, who normally would have been concerned about a guy he had never met before suddenly knowing his name and offering him a strange drink, pushed it all to the side and lifted it up, smelling it. It smelt really fruity. So he adjusted his pup hood to get at his mouth, and the first sip gave him a rather sweet and tangy taste. As he finished the rest of it, there was a rather strong kick at the end.

"Man, you're right," Friday said, licking his lips. "How about another?"

The buck pulled up another glass and set it in front of Friday. "Here ya go! On the house, cute stuff."

Friday felt his face turn red as the handsome, muscular deer complimented him. But he drank it down anyway.

The heat that hit his body moments after was rather unexpected, as if a furnace had been cranked up as high as possible inside his skin to make him sweat and burn up.

He panted, before undoing the pup hood completely and dropping it on the bar. Each breath seemed to make the leather straps tighter on his chest, and he started undoing them too, letting them fall to the floor. Soon even his jockstrap was being slipped over his junk and dropped to the floor, his overwhelming need to get the heat out of him overriding any concerns of nudity or public decency (in a place pull of mostly naked gay guys in fetish gear, most of whom had already whipped their dicks out or showed off their ass at least once tonight, if not out right had sex in the corner).

Friday panted, closing his eyes as he clutched the bar and gasped, groaned... then it stopped.

He took several deep breaths, as if expecting another wave of heat to wash over his body. But nothing came, much to his relief.

He gave a little chuckle, a bit embarrassed and self conscious at the thought of stripping down in the front of the bar. He looked rubbed his face, then stopped.

His hands looked... weird.

Friday pulled his hand away, and gasped.

It looked like a dog paw!

He looked into the mirror behind the bar, and his eyes widened.

He had turned into a dog! A Doberman to be exact: a ripped, mostly black furred, two legged Doberman, with a lighter brown highlight reaching from his muzzle, down his neck, over his chest before ending in a fuzzy point just below the crevice between his two pecs. His black nipples, still pierced, stuck out rock hard, just like the foot-long red rocket between his legs.

About the only thing he still had on was the chain necklace with the padlock around his neck.

"I have to say, you looked cute before," the deer barkeep, leaning on the countertop and tracing a finger over Friday's bicep, over his shoulder, down to a nipple which he flicked, before making a hard right up over the dobie's chest, over his Adam's apple, under his muzzle and finishing with a boop of the newly transformed canine's black nose. "You look downright sexy right now."

Friday blinked, looking down at the glass, then back up at the deer. "You... you..."

"Yeah, guilty," the deer said. "But, I think you might want to take it up with him."

Friday furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, but then he felt something hot and heavy slap onto his chiseled back, which began to throb and pulse.

"I think you missed something, Friday," a deep, guttural growl said, making the new dobie shudder and freeze.

He looked over his shoulder, to see a giant husky, almost a head taller than Friday, even more ripped, and a massive, two-and-a-half-foot canine cock, with a silver PA piercing.

Then he caught a glimpse of the green tie around the neck.

"B-Bam? Y-you changed as well?"

"And I'll deal with that later," the husky growled at the deer barkeep, who looked rather nonplussed about the threat.

"But first... I think you forgot something."

"F-forgot what?"

Bam grabbed the shoulders of his mate, spun him around and pushed him against the bar, before pushing his non-leather muzzle against Friday's and pushed his thick, broad tongue into Friday's mouth, kissing and making out with his mate.

After several long minutes, he pulled back, and smirked.

"You missed something back at the glory hole," Bam whispered into Friday's ear.

Friday's eyes went wide again, looking at his bigger mate. "Y-you...?"

"Yep. Me. And this." Bam said, grabbing hold of his massive cock.

"You got off... but I sure as hell didn't."

Before Friday even had a chance to protest, his ass was grabbed and he was hoisted up, landing on the top of the bar, as husky boyfriend positioned his massive dick, lining it up with the dobie's ass.

"Wait! That's gonna be way too big!" Friday gasped. "It'll never fit!"

"I think you're underestimating yourself," Bam said with a smirk, before ramming his cock straight in, half of the shaft piercing into the dobie's guts.

Friday let out a loud cry as his ass was split open... partly in pain, but almost as much, if not more, in pleasure, as the biggest cock he'd ever seen bulged his stomach out.

Bam's feral instinct's quickly kicked in, and soon, with loud growls and snarls, he was quickly thrusting his hips in and out, driving more and more of his cock into his mate's ass inch by inch.

Friday grabbed hold of the bar to try to brace himself as he was mercilessly fucked by the massive beast his boyfriend had turned into. In moments the entire shaft was in, and the thick, bulging knot was slamming against Friday's tailhole, trying to break down the barrier to gain entry.

"It's... too... ohhh... ahhh... big..." Friday groaned, trying, weakly, to stop Bam.

But Bam was too far gone to be stopped by something as puny bodily limits or protests... he needed to fuck. He needed to bred his little bitch.

He needed to cum.

So he dug his claws into Friday's hips, and went even harder, picking up speed as his fat knot was smashed against the dobie's ass again and again and again and again... the counter began to crack and crumble, drinks and glasses getting knocked off, as the whole club began to turn to watch as the two furry, muscular horn dogs went at it. Some began to tape it with their phones, others could only watch in stunned disbelief, while others gave out cat calls and cheers of encouragement, and lewd remarks of wanting to be in the place of the husky, or the dobie, were whispered. People began to stroke themselves, making out, egged on by the totally debauched and sexually depraved act in front of them...

POP!

A loud, wet, sound echoed through the bar as Bam let out a guttural roar, and Friday a cry of surprise, pain and pleasure as the fat knot punched into his ass. Several onlookers cheered, others only beat their own meat even harder.

Friday let out a loud moan as he came, the pressure of his mate's melon sized knot ramming into his ass too much for him, his own orgasm coating his upper body and face and the floor behind the bar in shot after shot of hot cum. The ongoing orgasm, and Bam's relentless assault, was too much for Friday to handle, and soon he was totally out of it, unable to comprehend anything other than the massive log lodged into his body, and Bam was so focused on getting himself over the edge he didn't notice, or care, that the entire club was watching.

Soon his thrusts, already restricted thanks to the bulging knot in his mate, grew faster and more frantic as Bam's sensitive cock was tightly held: constricted and squeezed by each twitch and flex of Friday's rear, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.

He slammed his hips one final time, causing the section of bar to crumble and crash to the ground, and the copulating dogmen falling with it, as Bam let out a loud howl of conquest as his seed was quickly disgorged into Friday. The already stretched and rounded six-pack abs of the dobie was further inflated, as gallons of hot canine spunk flooded into Friday's stomach, filling him like a water balloon.

And he came and came... for several long minutes, maybe an hour, Friday had no idea. Every shot seemingly as strong as the first, if it wasn't just one long stream like a firehose directly into the Doberman's ass.

Bam started coming to his senses first, as his orgasm slowly died down: the slobbering, feral husky being replaced by the loving, if still horny, Bam that Friday knew and loved. He bent down, over the sloshing belly of his partner, and gave a long licking kiss on his mate's muzzle.

"That was fun," Bam said, with a grin.

"Y-yeah," Friday moaned.

"And totally sexy too!" the stag bartender said, holding up his own phone and recording the scene, his mask off to reveal that he actually was an anthro animal as well, though more demonic than anything else.

Bam looked up, before scowling. "You could have asked us first!"

The deer smirked. "You both wanted it. I know. I can read you like the open books you are."

The husky growled, trying to stand up, but was prevented by the fat knot still keeping them tied together, making Friday gasp and moan as his sensitive, abused ass was stretched again, this time from the other direction.

The deer laughed. "That's one thing you will have to get used to, boys," he replied. "So I hope you don't have anywhere to go for a while."

Bam snarled, Friday was still out of it, as Jake, the demon deer, made his escape, to bring more sexual perversion to the world.